Blooming wolf's bane scent

The furious Erineas, children of the night are whipping and burning
Banshees with sombrous laments welcome the dusk
A funeral sky and the withering light as the wolf's bane blooms
By the fullmoon nocturnal teeth hung for the hunt
And the innocent cattle hide under the moonlight
Badb, mother of the banshees orders the hunt to begin
Equidnia honours the nightfall, for midnight tides are hunters
Funebre grey shadows hold the wolf's hunger
Riverside trees where the eye of the crow rests
A hot summer's breeze blows and comforts the lambs
Blooming wolf's bane scent and the moon above
Of feathers crimson in clouds of incense burning
And the hidden innocent cattle by the singing dusk
Lububrious melodies echo and freeze the lambs' hearts
With the midnight tides nightfall is honoured by Equidnia
And feel the blooming wolf's bane scent under the fullmoon
On shores of night in the golden sand
The highest moon and the reflection of Ate
Dreaming of streams so powerful and clear
The thirst for warm innocent blood is high
At dark places encircled by glowing eyes
Ravens scream and echo chaotic melodies
The utter shadow of a sombrous sky
A wolf in occult forms in the still of the night
And the hidden innocent cattle
With the perfume of hot blood
The hearts frozen with fear
With the blooming wolf's bane scent
The whispering and singing dusk evoking death
With the scythe harvest those beloved
In passion and eternal wolf's bane scent
Silver chains in the heart of the forest
Night is the witness and the mask of the wolf

"Masmo aquele de coracão puro, que reza á noite as suas preces
se pode tornar um lobo quando o Acónito floresce à lur brilhante do luar"
(Traditional)

The twin Erineas of evil blood and breed of the night
Singing banshees with a solene and sombre welcome
As the wolf's bane blooms the sky is mourning and light withers
With the fullmoon above the nocturnal children hung for blood
And the innocent cattle hide under the moonlight
Lugubrious melodies echo and freeze the lambs' hearts
Equidnia honours the nightfall, for midnight tides are hunters
And feel the blooming wolf's bane scent under the fullmoon